On the other side, Pan Mansion Zhishui Poetry Club.

The poetry meeting was held in the Guihe Garden of Pan Mansion, which was an antique and grand garden. During this time, lanterns painted with lantern riddles were arranged, and everyone held a banquet in the garden. The women sat on one side, and the students

On one side, the master is on the other side with a group of famous and knowledgeable people.

A young man with a gentle voice recited tonight's outstanding poems, and pieces of paper with various poems written on them were passed around among the people.

The atmosphere here is less luxurious and more solemn than the Puyuan Poetry Club of the Pu family.

After all, not only many talented people gathered here, but also several heavyweight guests.

However, various performances still made the atmosphere lively and yet quaint. Most of the people who came to this poetry meeting were famous names, and they had obviously put a lot of thought into it.

At this time, Qin Siyuan was sitting on one side of the banquet, and next to him was Kang Xian, who was dressed quite elegantly. Generally speaking, by this time, really good poems have already appeared.

Kang Xian said: "Mr. Qin, this Mid-Autumn Festival poem by Li Pin of the Lichuan Poetry Society is quite good. Although the poem is not the best, in my opinion, this poem is probably the most popular tonight."

Qin Siyuan picked up a song: "The sky is as blue as water, and the silvery sky is clear and shallow..."

"This poem by Cao Guan is also good. In my opinion, the two best poems tonight are without exception."

At this time, Cao Guan of the Zhishui Poetry Society and Li Pin of the Lichuan Poetry Society were indeed one of the most famous talents in Jiangning. The people below also agreed with this statement and subconsciously compared their poems.

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At this time, someone else brought in new poems and divided them into three parts for everyone to read.

No one cares too much about it. At this time, really good poems have come out. There may be some good ones, but they won't be that outstanding.

The three pages of rice paper spread quickly, and one page reached Qin Siyuan and Kang Xian. Qin Siyuan picked it up and looked at it, and was obviously stunned for a moment, a little incredible, but also a little relieved.

Kang Xian saw Daqi and said, "Mr. Qin, why do you have such an expression? Is there another masterpiece?"

Qin Siyuan laughed and said: "It's really a masterpiece, Mr. Kang, you and I both know this man."

Kang Xian asked curiously: "Oh, you and I both know each other. There are many such people. Who is this great talent?"

Qin Siyuan handed him the rice paper and said, "Read it yourself."

Kang Xian took it and looked at the signature below. He was surprised: "It turns out to be Xiaoyou Ning!"

With that said, I went to look at the content above again, Shui Tiao Ge Tou.

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

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Kang Xian read the poem slowly, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Good words, good words..."

Turning around to look at Qin Siyuan: "This...is this really what Ning Xiaoyou wrote?"

Qin Siyuan said: "Isn't it written on it, Su Mansion, Ning Yi, Ning Liheng."

Kang Xian said: "I also knew that little friend Ning was talented, but I didn't expect that he would be so talented."

Qin Siyuan also said with emotion: "A few days ago, I told Xiaoyou Ning that if he studied hard for a few years, he might not be able to become famous through the poetry club. I never thought..."

The two of them said a few words of emotion. This poem had gradually spread. Everyone had a certain ability to appreciate it. Naturally, they knew how good this poem was, and they all praised it.

Someone asked who Ning Yi is? Which Su Mansion is it?

Everyone looked at each other, and no one said a word for a while.

After a long while, someone said: "I know the Su family, and I also know that there is a man named Ning Yi, but I don't know if he is the same person?"

Someone answered: "Since he belongs to the Su family, his name is Ning Yi. How can he not be the same person?"

When the man saw everyone looking over, he whispered: "But he is a son-in-law."

He was puzzled when he saw everyone, so he quickly added: "My family has some business dealings with the Su family. I heard that Miss Su Tan'er of the Su family got a son-in-law some time ago, and his name is Ning Yi."

"However, if Ning Yi, who writes the song "Shui Tiao", is so talented, he will definitely not be the Su family's son-in-law Ning Yi."

Everyone talked a lot and nodded in agreement. With such talent and learning, who would be a son-in-law? Naturally, it is not just one person.

Someone else called the boy who had just brought the water tune song to ask about the situation. The result surprised everyone.

This Ning Yi, who writes Shui Tiao songs, turned out to be Ning Yi, the Su family's son-in-law. It is said that he went to the Puyuan Poetry Recital with Su Tan'er, the young lady of the Su family, and had to leave the show because he was bored in the middle, and was criticized by several young men.

He insisted on showing off his talent.

Ning Yi was helpless, so he wrote this piece of water tune song with a splash of ink and then threw away the pen.

These words immediately set off the scene, and everyone was talking about it. They never imagined that a person with such talent would be the son-in-law of the Su family. How charming is Su Tan'er, the young lady of the Su family?

At this time, more news came through, and everyone heard that Ning Yi personally admitted that this poem was not written by him, but by a Taoist priest named Dongpo, who also heard it.

Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief and thought this was reasonable.

But then more detailed content came through, and Ning Yi did say that he heard it written by a Taoist priest named Dongpo, but he did hear it in his dream.

Everyone was astonished. They had heard it in their dreams... They could hear such beautiful words in their dreams.

Everyone was talking about it for a moment. Some believed that it was written by Ning Yi, while others felt that a son-in-law couldn't write such good words. Maybe he had dreamed it up.

Qin Siyuan and Kang Xian did not join in. They looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.

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Also in the backyard of Pan's house, the women participating in the performance were putting on makeup or resting in their rooms, and the Shisui Poetry Club was only separated by a wall from them.

Most of the people who can perform here are upright officials or oirans who have a certain reputation in Qinhuai and Qinhuai. Each has his or her own merits. If it were an ordinary poetry gathering, they alone would be able to take the lead, but here is Zhishui Poetry, where talented men and beauties flock to it.

meeting.

The two most famous people here today are Yuan Jin'er from Jinfeng Tower and Lu Caicai from Yinchun Pavilion.

In the room, Yuan Jin'er was putting on makeup in front of the bronze mirror. The maid Kuan'er laughed beside her and said, "Miss, you don't know that during the performance just now, Mr. Cao kept looking at you and didn't even want to blink."

Yuan Jin'er glared at her: "You're talking too much! I'm good at acting, so they naturally want to look at me. Is there anything strange about it? You do care about Mr. Cao very much!"

Kuan'er's face turned slightly red: "Miss!" his voice was long and drawn out.

After a while, I felt bored and said again: "Miss, whose poem do you think is better tonight?"

Yuan Jin'er smiled: "Writing is not the first, military is not the second, and there is no certain standard. However, Mr. Li and Mr. Cao wrote really good poems. It's a pity that I have never seen other good poems."

After chatting for a while, Kou'er went out to see the strange things, and ran back after a while: "Miss, there are some good poems again. I heard they are better than Mr. Li's and Mr. Cao's."

Yuan Jin'er suddenly showed curiosity: "It is better than what Mr. Li and Mr. Cao wrote. This is rare. Do you know who wrote it?"

Kou'er said: "I heard that it was Ning Yi from the Su Mansion who came from the Puyuan Poetry Club."

Yuan Jin'er asked doubtfully: "Su Mansion?"

A woman continued: "The Puyuan Poetry Fair is organized by the Pu family. Most of them are merchants. I'm afraid it's not the Su family that runs the cloth shop."

Another person said: "But this person's surname is not Su but Ning. Could it be that he is a teacher hired by the Su family?"

“I’ve never heard of this person before!”

Everyone looked at each other in confusion for a while, talking about it, and they were all confused about this name.

Finally, someone brought a piece of paper with the title of Shui Tiao Song written on it, and everyone gathered around to read the whole story, and then read it again. Everyone looked at each other in amazement, but felt that they still had something to say.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case since ancient times..."

"This word... is so well written." Someone sighed.

Everyone tasted it several times, and more news came over. To everyone's surprise, this Ning Yi turned out to be the Su family's son-in-law.

Although he was surprised, he did not despise him for being so talented and knowledgeable as others, and he actually came to be his son-in-law.

On the contrary, they envied Su Tan'er, the young lady from the Su family. There was a person with such talent who was willing to give up fame and wealth to become a son-in-law. His life was perfect.

They can only lament that they cannot meet such a person.

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Here, Li Mu and others got off the boat, Su Tan'er and a few maids. Although they realized that the poem written by Li Mu was good and seemed to calm everyone, they just thought it was good and didn't know how much it had written.

good.

After chatting for a while, under the guidance of Li Mu, they revealed the matter. At this time, the Confucius Temple was still busy. Several people wandered around watching the lanterns and played for a while. After passing a crowd, they suddenly heard

Someone is chanting a water tune.

A few people were surprised for a moment, but they were very happy. They listened to other people's masterpieces along the way, and finally heard my uncle's lyrics. It showed that the lyrics written by my uncle were pretty good among so many talented people tonight.

However, everything seemed to have changed next.

The group of them walked all the way, and wherever there was a gathering of people sharing the poems of tonight's gifted scholar, almost everyone was reciting this water-melody song by my uncle.

As I walked and listened, I became more and more surprised and shocked.

Fortunately, no one recognized Li Mu, otherwise he would have been surrounded by people.

Seeing that it was getting late, at Li Mu's suggestion, the few of them got on the carriage and returned to the Su Mansion.

On the way, Su Tan'er looked at her husband in front of her, still feeling unbelievable. What happened tonight even seemed bizarre to her.

She knew that her husband was talented, but she didn't expect that his talent would be so high.
To be continued...